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Memories: My 11th Grade Psych Teacher. #theyputheraway

“Look, you don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be here, and in twenty years the people foolish enough to marry any of you morons are going to regret being wherever they are. In light of this, I am going to sit at the desk and sip quietly from a silver flask for the remainder of the day. Let this be a lesson to everyone about the proper way to handle a lifelong existential crisis. Class dismissed.”